Forlorn

I know its impossible
This dream I have
Of you and me
Possibly being
A "We"
But my masochistic soul
Continues to deny
What's right before my eyes
You love him
You need him
Why can't I see?
You want him
Not me?
A toast to my heart
Broken and bleeding
A drink to my brain
Constantly pleading
I stop torturing myself
With you
Because I should know it's true
I'll never have you.